We Live in a Beautiful World
I have finished my freshman year at college. I’m a sophomore. It’s weird stuff, really. I still remember hating college and wishing to come back to community school, thinking that I would never like it there as much as I liked being at home. Obviously I was naive and stupid, because I did learn to love Wake, it just took some time. Ah, patience is not one of my virtues.
Packing up the room was hard. Every day the walls got a little more egg-shell white as posters came down and bedding was packed up and placed in storage. The drawers were emptied and I discovered articles of clothing I hadn’t even noticed were missing, as well as my large pile of letters that built steadily throughout the year. I reread some of the letters and just felt really thankful. I am so lucky to have friends who would forego email and take time from their days to give me these lasting impressions of them. I want to do something special with all of them, but maybe I’ll wait and see how many more I have after another three years go by.
A side note since I'm talking about last impressions:
I was cleaning out my room last night and found a note from Meggie that she smuggled to me when she was grounded for that really long period of time and not allowed communication with the oustide world. She talks about how she's being well fed, and no, she hasn't gone insane yet. I think this is from the days when we honestly considered making a pully system to lift us into her room. I had almost forgotten.
Back to your regularly scheduled journaling:
After we got the room packed up and put away I went home with my roommate for a few days. We stopped in Savannah overnight and I fell in love with it. It’s a gorgeous city and has such a historic, artsy quality to it. It’s also near the beach, which obviously raises my esteem for it. And hey, it’s got the bench Forest Gump sat on, so that just makes it so much cooler.
From Savannah Ashley and I headed to her home in southern Georgia. As much as our friends at school worried about their little Yankee friend being shocked to death by the Big Bad Deep South, I really liked it. The people were sweet and Ashley’s friends were great. That’s one thing about living with a social butterfly; you learn to be friends with people you normally would shy away from.
The roundtrip to Ashley’s house was an experience in itself. We had to pack the car until it looked liked a sardine can, complete with a Dave Mathews poster squashed against the window so from the outside it looked like some creepy black-and-white guy was staring you down. We also got chased by a friendly stray dog we had stopped to coo at and had a crane swoop down and come inches from crashing into our windshield. Screaming ensued.
Once in my roommate’s home town things stayed pretty weird, but in a good way. I was baffled by how young people get married and have babies down there. I always thought Ash was crazy for wanting to be a wife straight out of college but now I’ve learned to be thankful she didn’t give up college altogether to be barefoot and pregnant before she even turned twenty. I didn’t actually meet any of these types of people, Ashley’s close friends are a little more ambitions than the rest of their peers, but I was there for many a “guess what happened to so-and-so” recap.
For move details about Sam’s Wild Adventure in the Deep South, meet me at Starbucks.
Also, now that I’m back in New Jersey I have a new love in my life…my iPod. It’s green and shiny and makes me happy. I’m such a sucker for new toys.
Speaking of loves in my life, I had a dream last night about this guy I went to a date function with. I had a really great time with him and he sort of made it seem like he was going to pursue something, but with there being only two weeks left in the school year nothing actually developed. It kind of freaked me out because I don’t know this kid extremely well and here I am dreaming about him, which is sort of stalkerish and odd, even if the dream didn’t really have a point and it wasn’t romantic or anything.
I should keep a dream journal. Except if I did that I’d have no friends because people would discover that I have deep psychological issues. Alas.
One last thing…people not in N.J., come home NOW.
Packing up the room was hard. Every day the walls got a little more egg-shell white as posters came down and bedding was packed up and placed in storage. The drawers were emptied and I discovered articles of clothing I hadn’t even noticed were missing, as well as my large pile of letters that built steadily throughout the year. I reread some of the letters and just felt really thankful. I am so lucky to have friends who would forego email and take time from their days to give me these lasting impressions of them. I want to do something special with all of them, but maybe I’ll wait and see how many more I have after another three years go by.
A side note since I'm talking about last impressions:
I was cleaning out my room last night and found a note from Meggie that she smuggled to me when she was grounded for that really long period of time and not allowed communication with the oustide world. She talks about how she's being well fed, and no, she hasn't gone insane yet. I think this is from the days when we honestly considered making a pully system to lift us into her room. I had almost forgotten.
Back to your regularly scheduled journaling:
After we got the room packed up and put away I went home with my roommate for a few days. We stopped in Savannah overnight and I fell in love with it. It’s a gorgeous city and has such a historic, artsy quality to it. It’s also near the beach, which obviously raises my esteem for it. And hey, it’s got the bench Forest Gump sat on, so that just makes it so much cooler.
From Savannah Ashley and I headed to her home in southern Georgia. As much as our friends at school worried about their little Yankee friend being shocked to death by the Big Bad Deep South, I really liked it. The people were sweet and Ashley’s friends were great. That’s one thing about living with a social butterfly; you learn to be friends with people you normally would shy away from.
The roundtrip to Ashley’s house was an experience in itself. We had to pack the car until it looked liked a sardine can, complete with a Dave Mathews poster squashed against the window so from the outside it looked like some creepy black-and-white guy was staring you down. We also got chased by a friendly stray dog we had stopped to coo at and had a crane swoop down and come inches from crashing into our windshield. Screaming ensued.
Once in my roommate’s home town things stayed pretty weird, but in a good way. I was baffled by how young people get married and have babies down there. I always thought Ash was crazy for wanting to be a wife straight out of college but now I’ve learned to be thankful she didn’t give up college altogether to be barefoot and pregnant before she even turned twenty. I didn’t actually meet any of these types of people, Ashley’s close friends are a little more ambitions than the rest of their peers, but I was there for many a “guess what happened to so-and-so” recap.
For move details about Sam’s Wild Adventure in the Deep South, meet me at Starbucks.
Also, now that I’m back in New Jersey I have a new love in my life…my iPod. It’s green and shiny and makes me happy. I’m such a sucker for new toys.
Speaking of loves in my life, I had a dream last night about this guy I went to a date function with. I had a really great time with him and he sort of made it seem like he was going to pursue something, but with there being only two weeks left in the school year nothing actually developed. It kind of freaked me out because I don’t know this kid extremely well and here I am dreaming about him, which is sort of stalkerish and odd, even if the dream didn’t really have a point and it wasn’t romantic or anything.
I should keep a dream journal. Except if I did that I’d have no friends because people would discover that I have deep psychological issues. Alas.
One last thing…people not in N.J., come home NOW.